My Honour Was Not Yielded, But Conquered

All Strange And Terrible Events Are Welcome, But Comforts We Despise.

In Praising Antony I Have Dispraised Caesar.

I Will Not Be Triumphed Over.

Leave The Fishing-rod, Great General, To Us Sovereigns Of Pharos And Canopus. Your Game Is Cities And Kings And Continents.

And Make Death Proud To Take Us.